She looked where the horrid knife wounds had been in his chest. Not believing they were entirely healed, she made him cough, several times. Then she kissed him. When he kissed her in return, her toes curled.
Then he was kissing her neck, sending chills up and down her naked body. When he reached her breasts with his tongue, she was practically orgasmic. It only took him a second to pull off his jeans, then he thrust his hard cock inside her. Lisa orgasmed before he had it in all the way.
“How’s the front part feel?” she asked him when she could speak again.
“Feels great!” Mac exclaimed, grinning at her. “It’s a lot wetter!”
He thrust into her again. Lisa was surprised that they weren’t just fucking. He had his cock inside her, of course, but they were moving their entire bodies against each other. They loved each other with their entire bodies, writhing against each other and trying to merge their bodies together into a single orgasmic unit.
When Lisa came, her orgasm took over her entire body as well. She trembled and arched her back and pressed herself against him harder, again trying to merge her body with his. She was very careful not to burn anything as she felt him join her with his own orgasm. They lay together in each others’ arms, in the middle of the dirt and gravel driveway under the hot, afternoon sun, surrounded by shrapnel and debris from the shack she’d blown up.
“How does Elizabeth Pestova Martinez sound?” he asked her.
“That sounds terrible!” Lisa exclaimed, laughing in surprise. “Especially that Pestova part!”
It was at least an hour since Lisa had blown up the Verdugo Brothers shack. Still, no one had come to check out the explosion.
“That had to have been heard for miles!” Lisa exclaimed. “Where is everybody?”
“People around here know,” Mac explained. “If there’s something going on with the Verdugo Brothers, you run the other way. It’s a survival tactic. You learn it early.”
“You didn’t run the other way,” she reminded him.
“That’s because you didn’t!” he clarified.
“That’s no excuse,” Lisa told him. “I wasn’t raised here. You can’t expect me to know your local survival tactics.”
“Local?” he asked. “You weren’t even raised on Earth!”
“Yes I was,” Lisa insisted. “This time, anyway.”
They began walking back.
“So, about this ‘vampire’ thing,” Mac asked. “How is it that you can stand the sunlight and throw fire and stuff. Vampires can’t do that.”
“You read too much. Besides, I’m also a Phoenix,” she confessed. “Didn’t I mention that, along with all the other space opera stuff you told me I am?”
“So you can come back from your own ashes, and control fire and stuff like that?” he asked.
“Something like that,” she admitted, “but I’ve only come back from my own ashes once. My mother is the real Phoenix. Her body was completely reconstructed from her own ashes. I was born with this body.”
They walked for awhile longer while Mac digested what he knew about the fantastic young girl he’d fallen head over heels for.
“So you can fly,” he said, counting on his finger the things that normal people couldn’t do, “you can throw fire, you can heal the dying. What else… Oh, yeah! I saw you float in the air back there when Carlos lost his arm. Is that part of the flying?”
“No, that’s something else,” Lisa told him. “It’s called levitation. I’m the only one I know who can do that.”
“What about that ‘force field’ thing?” he asked. “How did you do that?”
“Throwing really hot fire, really fast,” she told him. “You have to stop time to do that.”
Macario stopped walking. “You can stop time?” he asked, incredulously.
Lisa sighed. She turned back to look at him. “Well, yes. I can stop time. But only for a second or two.”
She stared at him for a few seconds, then was unable to keep from grinning at her little joke. It took him another moment to realize that he’d been had. You can’t stop time for a second. A second is how you measure time.
They both walked a bit farther. “What else can you do?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she said. “What have we covered?”
“Let’s see,” he murmured, almost to himself, but loud enough for her to hear. “What’s special about you; walking, talking, fucking, loving me, um, throwing fire, stopping time, healing, living forever, uh, levitation, roasting people you don’t like, hum. That’s about it, I think.”
“I can teleport, too,” she said.
She was suddenly walking on his other side. Mac actually tripped and fell, stumbling over his own feet. Laughing, Lisa helped him up.
“Does it bother you to run around naked all the time?” he asked, surprising himself with the idea that someone seeing her might be offended by her nudity.
“And how is it that walking on hot tar roads and gravel doesn’t bother your bare feet?” he asked, before she could address the comment about her attire.
“Come here,” Lisa said, stopping and motioning with her hand.
Mac stopped and walked back to her.
She held out her arms, stiffly, straight out from her shoulders. “Pick me up.”
Gazing happily at her bare breasts, he carefully grasped her just under her rib cage and he lifted her. He almost fell over as he launched her into the air. She laughed as she levitated back down to the ground.
“You only weigh about ten pounds!” he exclaimed. “You were a lot heavier in the ocean!”
“That’s levitation, too,” she explained. “Ten pounds of pressure on the bottom of my feet when I’m walking on gravel or hot blacktop doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as my full hundred pounds would.”
“You cheat!” Mac accused her.
He laughed and tousled her hair.
Lisa finally noticed signs of another group of people as they neared the beach. She stopped.
“I should probably put something on,” she explained.
She did the same routine of pulling, that is, teleporting, something to wear out of her bedroom closet. This time it was one of her mom’s silk sarongs that she’d swiped and never returned to her. Mac thought it looked short and sexy. In other words, he loved it.
“One more question,” he said.
She already knew what he would ask, but waited anyway.
“Where do you keep your clothes?” he asked. “Some extra-dimensional pocket of inner space, or something like that?”
Lisa shrugged; a motion that she’d seen her mother do a lot. She decided it had a place in her body language vocabulary. “Something like that.”
“So, where is it?” he asked. “Does it exist somewhere in real space and time?”
“Yes,” she said simply.
She could feel his question burning right through his skull into hers. She finally stopped and faced him. He almost walked right into her. “It’s in my room. Okay?”
“What? You mean your extra-dimensional pocket of inner space is in your room?” he asked, disbelievingly. “Where’s your room?”
“It’s on the second floor,” she quipped.
“Oh, no!” Mac exclaimed “You’re not getting me with that! What geographical location is your room in?”
“Well, I tried,” she said, finally being straight with him. “I keep my clothes in my clothes closet in my upstairs room in my parents’ house in Boston. I just teleport stuff from there when I need it.”
She grinned at him. Finally all of his questions about her were answered. She thought.
“You live with your parents?” he asked.
“I did until three days ago,” she informed him.
“How old are you, anyway?” he asked.
She swung around, facing him again. He almost walked into her, again.
“I’m five!” she exclaimed. “Okay?”
She knew it wasn’t okay.
“Five what?” he asked. “You’re a Phoenix and a vampire. You could be five hundred, even five thousand!”
“I’m five years old,” she explained carefully. “Almost six!”
“You’re just a baby!” he cried. “God! Talk about cradle robbing!”
“I’ll have you know I’m fully grown!” Lisa declared. “I will never look any older than I do right now, not even when I reach five thousand!”
She turned around and walked down onto the beach. It was dusk. The sun vanished behind the Pacific even as she walked along the beach. She stopped, realizing this was where she’d started two days ago. She turned back around. Macario was following her.
“Where are we going, anyway?” she asked.
“I dunno,” he said, “I’m just following you.”
She growled at him.
“Well, where do you live?” she asked, forcing herself to be polite.
“A half mile farther up from the old Verdugo place,” he confessed.
He didn’t understand why he was suddenly lying on the sand trying to protect his face with his arms while Lisa sat on his chest and beat him about the head and shoulders, calling him bad names.
“Why didn’t you ask me where I was going, you idiot?” she hollered into his face when she finally stopped hitting him. “You asked me everything else!”
“But I already knew where you were going,” he cried out in his own defense. “You were going to the beach…”
She hit him again. “You never fed me, either!”
End part 2a.
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